Bonpane’s cool logic, however, was no match for the charisma of the Radical Teen Cheer kids, with their short skirts, tight pants and red tees with a black star:
“Hey, Bush! Who fights your wars? Just minorities and the poor.
“The CIA kills people, yeah, for corporations, yeah, they just want more.”
The hope on both sides was that the Bush motorcade would pass by.
Which one Bush blond decided was just as well, even if this was a neighborhood of lattes and near-million-dollar homes. “It doesn’t look safe here for him,” she said, glancing nervously around her. “This neighborhood is not safe.”